Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
I think the doctor sits in his office, drinking coffee and watching the next patient on his list. As soon as the doctor sees the patient is absorbed in reading, he sends the nurse out.
Ugh... That reminds me of the time I settled in at the library and got lost in a copy of Writer's Digest for the first time not so long ago. Just when all kinds of new worlds were opening up to me, Mom was like "come on! Time to leave..." and I was just about halfway through if even that. I can't believe it would have taken me about three hours to read a magazine, but apparently that was the timing.
It's hard to imagine a "Tiffany" in an old age home with her teeth in a glass on the bedside table. I think we should go back to the practice of calling everyone by his or her surname with a polite title in front of it.
Some names are just that...Names. Some have infamy attached, such as "Adolph" or "Brutus". The name game has been crazy since Hollywood put their 2-cents in. LOL.
I'm partial to the names Daniel and Ryan because of my favorite guys in music, and I believe Daniel was one of the best Bible characters... Right now I'm in the process of developing a fascinating Dan over at "Reflections"
Clarence was my mother's father but they called him Whitey due to his pale blond hair. My father's mother was Bertha, a name killed by WW2.
My best friend was given the name Alex. His grandmother called him Kevin so we did too. I can't dislike a Kevin when I meet one. Mark is another fond name.
I am old and this latest fall and break will take time to heal. Interestingly, it is the first bone I’ve broken in my long life. And even then, just a crack, a slight fracture easy to mend, or so I’m told by the jovial surgeon who mended it with a plate and and a screw.
It’s true that the hip is functional in amazingly short time. But it’s the attendant issues that complicate things, the dicky heart, the indecisive blood pressure, the dodgy kidneys and diabetes, all conspiring to slow me down and tear me away from these last few years or days of writing my unlikely thoughts for the entertainment of others.
So this is in the nature of an apology for the gap in my outpourings over the preceding couple of weeks and a day or three. I will be back to full strength eventually (I think) but hesitate to predict a date. Just to thank everyone for their kind wishes and patience. I have missed you all.
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